One is a member of a country, a profession, a civilization, a religion. One is not just a man.

Make your life a dream, and a dream a reality.

What sets men at variance is but the treachery of language, for always they desire the same things.

Why are you drinking? demanded the little prince. "So that I may forget," replied the tippler. "Forget what?" inquired the little prince, who was already sorry for him. "Forget that I am ashamed," the tippler confessed, hanging his head. "Ashamed of what?" insisted the little prince, who wanted to help him. "Ashamed of drinking!

What he had yearned to embrace was not the flesh but a down spirit, a spark, the impalpable angel that inhabits the flesh.

I have lived a great deal among grown-ups. I have seen them intimately, close at hand. And that hasn’t much improved my opinion of them.

You're beautiful, but you're empty.... No one could die for you.